Thursday, January 6, 2022

Let me dismantle my own hope, a mist of wishful thinking on which nothing solid may be built. My hope for better days, times of ease, relief from trial.

The reality of your gifts surrounding me is greater than even my brightest hope. The truth is I am supported by your hands and supplied with all I need.

I want for nothing; I am thus already wealthy.

You deliver no challenge too great; I am thus already strong.

Let me abandon myself to you in surrender, Lord, and let my hope turn into the reality of faith.

(Letter #2,553)